2trey - Memory Lane Lyrics

I Lost My Momma
Then I Had My Daughter
Was raised in the streets
Cause I didn't have a father
I'm from the trenches I could've been slaughtered
I hit the bitch with the dick and she holler
I keep the stick case a nigga want problems
And I'm smoking loud like I turnt up the volume
I'm from the bottom these balenciagas
Grew up with killas & dealers & robbers

Just lost my mf momma to cancer
Calling to god but I don't get a answer
Been on the road
I been doing shows
And I got these hoes
That say that I'm handsome
I keep the stick in the bag like I'm camping
Get it in blood like a bitch when she cramping
I'm Road2Riches I already stamped it
And I'm having Bo's when I come to yo campus
Got kicked outta school couldn't follow the rules
I'm stuck to the streets like the bottoms of shoes
I'm having choppas case niggas want problems
Wipe that boy nose like he sneezing from pollen
I was that nigga when we went to Fairley
And niggas that hated can't even get near me
Walk In the party got all these hoes staring
They be like damn wtf is you wearing
These some McQueens these not no meclarin
I'm rocking the 5s I feel like the Barrons
Ain't no nigga like me it ain't no comparing
Made some mistakes but that shit made me learn
Had to learn patience I waited my turn
Need all my money I feel like big worm
But I got the glock I do not got a perm

Do it for Zae cause he gone
Do it for Migo he gone
Do it for Trigga he gone
Do it for Boosie he gone
My niggas left me alone
Do it for Mama she gone
Mama told me to Be Strong
Dior need me to be Strong
I gotta ride with the chrome
I gotta make it back home
LAX Flight and im gone
LAX Flight and I'm gone
I lost my niggas they gone
I can't believe that they gone
My niggas left me alone
Do it for Mama she gone
Do it for Mama she gone
I gotta Ride with the Chrome
I gotta make it back Home

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